When I was little, I was lucky enough to live next door to my grandparents, and lots of cousins. All summer long was spent running from one cousin’s house to the next and stopping at Grandma’s for Popsicles in between.  It was one of these fabulous summer days that I was first introduced to Cheesers.  Lynette was the leader of our little pack of cousins.  I was five years younger, with Hollie one year younger, LeAnn two years younger, and Karen five years younger than me.  There may have been a 10 year difference between the five of us, but we spent every day together having a blast.  Lynette introduced us to all sort of lovely treats.  Rhubarb with salt, tuna patty melts, and of course Cheesers.  We had picked a few perfect tomatoes out of grandpa’s garden and brought them back to Lynette’s house.  There we placed bread on a cookie sheet and broiled one side of the bread.  Then we flipped it and topped the bread with Cheddar cheese. We placed it in the oven again and broiled until bubbly.  Topped with big fat juicy slices of homegrown tomatoes and salt and pepper, it was and still is heaven on wheels!  

Tonight as we were eating our Cheesers out on the porch, using Lucy the lovely Labrador as our ottoman, James commented on the fact that he loves Cheesers.  It is the perfect summer evening meal he said.  These are the moments I am so glad we own a bakery.  Today a Cheeser just wouldn’t be a fabulous dinner if it wasn’t on the best bread in the world.  Yes I am totally biased, but Great Harvest Honey Whole Wheat bread makes a Cheeser perfect.  I’ll grow the tomatoes, and James can make the bread.  We make such a great team!